The Cornmarket Incident

Pavement cafe, nine fifteen cradling a coffee (as you do) from my left the china doll with clicking heels strode into view. Tempting lips kissy-kissed with crimson, cheeks caressed with blush, and poreless, painful teasing made those scimitars for eyebrows nigh on flawless. Hair of sunlit copper billowed like an Eton teacher's gown, open trench coat followed suit as china hurried into town. Head turned sideways, in each shop window she looked at her reflection checking for the slightest hint of any sort of imperfection. So wrapped up in herself, my my, how deep self worship had bit you that you didn't see the lamp post until suddenly it hit you- walked straight into it with quite a clang at such a rapid pace recoiled, lurched back, bewildered- it was then I saw her face. The laughter from the passers-by just made it even worse as, shaking, she sat down near me and fumbled in her purse. Tearful now,still reeling from her public humiliation she got the make-up mirror out for damage limitation. Haughtiness gone, the facade broken sat lovely Amanda, legs like a flamingo but her right eye like a Panda.